Summary: Glimpses into the life of Ash and Misty as parents.
Pairing: Ash/Misty; PokéShipping. Also a little HandymanShipping; Tracey/Daisy, TechShipping; Joe/Giselle, and OC/OC.
Ages: I don't know... Maybe about 20? Early twenties; Ash and Misty are the same age.
Rating: K+ for the occasional naughty word or innuendo.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated in any way with the Pokémon franchise. This story is merely for entertainment.
A/N: Cover art is by MiyaToriaka on DeviantArt. She has the best AAML drawings ever, so you should check her out!
3p.m.
"ASH!"
A disheveled looking Ash came skidding into the room, hat lopsided on his head and the rest of his clothes in various levels of disarray.
Misty didn't look too well off either, face flushed and eyes narrowed as they found Ash. She was clearly seething and Ash was the obvious target. Realizing this, Ash gathered what few wits he had and backed away, only to be slowly followed by Misty.
"Ash," she started in a sickly sweet way that didn't begin to match the rage in her eyes, "could you explain this?" Misty gestured behind her towards the middle of the room.
He gulped. Maybe it would be best to play it dumb. He had always pulled that off well in the past. He put on his best innocent expression and ventured forward hesitantly, "Explain what, Misty?"
Her face portrayed a distinct lack of amusement. "Hmm, I don't know. Perhaps it could be that you left our daughter alone, out of her crib, without you or me watching her?" By the end, Misty's calm façade had faded completely and her voice had gradually risen to a harsh shriek.
Baffled at what was a completely false statement, Ash replied, "But she isn't alone, see she—"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Misty started sarcastically, "you're right. She isn't alone because you used Bulbasaur's Vine Whip to keep her safe. That was a brilliant idea!"
Ash glanced over to Bulbasaur and baby Charlotte. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to leave them like that, but on the other hand, they both seemed happy enough. He was met with a much less pleased face as he turned back to Misty. It wasn't as though he hadn't had good reason! She hadn't even given him the chance to clarify that he'd only been gone for a few minutes while he was fixing Charlotte's bottle.
He tried explaining this to Misty, but before he could finish he saw the telltale gleam in her eyes and bolted right as Misty let out a screech and began chasing him around the house.
Ash didn't bother to point out that this still left Charlotte alone with Bulbasaur.
A/N: Thank you for reading! When you read the following chapters for this story, keep in mind that substantial time passes in between drabbles. They're sequential, but the chapters could be days, weeks, or even years apart. Please leave your feedback, and the next chapter should be posted in a few days!